An Angel to Watch Over Us All

I've been unable to blog as the business is blessed to remain incredibly busy. Any free time away from Vintageweave has been spent with my ailing father, who has suffered from liver and kidney disease the past 20 months.

On Tuesday, September 22, the beautiful man I have had the privilege of knowing as FATHER, DAD, DADDY, POP, PA, was welcomed into the loving arms of God. He left this earth into the gates of heaven at 7:pm PST. My family's grief is overwhelming at times, and other times we laugh or smile and remember the wonderful, wonderful man who touched the lives of so many.

My father was one of the most generous souls ever to walk this earth. I was blessed to enjoy an extremely close relationship with him...he was my hero, my rock. While my heart aches, I take comfort in knowing God is smiling, the angels are dancing and we still feel his love.

Shared by a friend, which I find so beautiful:
"Losing a father is like losing that one wing when needing to fly... Life seems unbearable without you, but knowing you want me to go on with life gives me the strength to do so.... I miss you so much... I know whatever I do in life you will be there because you are not only my father but you are now my angel, too....."

MERCI

Merci, thank you, danke, do-jeh, grazie, tak,  gracies, Toda and Maholo  a million times over.

Your prayers and beautiful comments are appreciated more than words can properly express.

My dad is home and we are thankful for each beautiful day our family can cherish. We continue to create blissful memories....xoxo

The Power of Prayer

My father has been battling liver disease since February. It's been a rough ride for my entire family, least of all my courageous, amazing, beautiful father.

Yesterday he was ushered into a hospital room after poor results came back from the previous day's blood work. The attending doctor told him his liver is unresponsive. His specialist arrived a bit later and advised us that his liver is failing. When asked his level of pain on a scale of 1-10, he told them "10". A dosage of morphine was provided and an hour later the pain level had not changed for him.

No one wants to see anyone in pain.... but to see a parent?.... well it's unbearable.

Whatever your religion or whomever your God, my family believes quite strongly in the power of prayer. I ask for you, my loyal readers silent and aloud, to include my father and my family in your own prayer ring.

Our hope is that he comes home this week which is both good an bad; bad in that it means there is nothing they can do for him. We have asked God if we might be blessed with him through the holidays.

Your prayers and weekly thoughts are appreciated beyond measure.